Next morning, I wake to his wet d**k against my leg. My head hurts something fierce, so I lay quiet, liking the feel of him up close. When he sees I’m not making a move, he slides his prick up my butt crack, while his arm goes around my chest. I tense, which leads him to try and soothe his way in.
“Just lay still and let me do it. You want it, all men want it. Let me f**k you.”
He’s rubbing my t**s and kissing my neck and, as I remain badly hungover, my resistance is not as it should be. I also have to admit it feels good to let him do things to me, so I lay still as he continues.
“Easy, easy,” he says when I flinch at him prodding me.
His sound is welcome amid the pain in my head. With his cockhead at my hole, I reach the final moment and it’s then I find myself knowing how much we be
